In the beginning the idea of being castrated was a million miles away. The lady who become my Mistress lured me in and brought me to it slowly. On the day she choose me as her slave she placed me in a chastity device. I didn’t know it, but when I’d jacked off the day before I experienced the last orgasm of my life.

She taught me other ways of pleasing a woman using my tongue, my hands. My reward was to be milked. I learned to go down on my hands and knees and my Mistress would massage my prostate with a probe which electrically stimulated me. I never felt the surge of pleasure of an orgasm, but there was pleasure in having the pressure relieved and no longer feeling the ache in my balls.

As time when by I felt more relaxed with my Mistress. The daily milkings continued and I felt less of an urgent need. I learned much later that She was adding a drug to my food to reduce my sex drive. After a few months I still felt some cravings for sexual release but I was becoming used to my new life and got great satisfaction from it. My Mistress and started allowing me to bath her (a great treat!) in addition to my other household duties.

Then the day came that I kneeling before her as she told me how pleased she was with my progress. Mistress was and is conservative with her praise so it felt very good to hear her words. She proceeded to tell me that I was ready to become a permanent slave, that I had proven myself.

She had me rise and follow her, to a room which had always been kept locked. It contained a narrow padded table when she ordered my to lie face up upon. She locked my arms and legs in place so that I could not move an inch, spreading my legs wide. To my great surprise she removed my chastity device which had been in place since the day She put it on. The feeling of a full errection was odd. I hadn’t felt it in so long. Mistress noticed and smiled and said that I was a good slave and had come a long way, as far as I could be expected to go. Now I needed some extra help to fully realize my place as a submissive and obedient slave.

Mistress laid out some medical-looking objects on a tray and then began washing my genitals. A very pleasant feeling but I was becoming apprehensive. As she washed me she told me that a man was all very well for a sex slave, but that wasn’t what I was suited for or what she required of me. What was about to happen was obvious but I guess I didn’t’ want to believe it. It wasn’t until she was injecting my sac with anesthetic that I realized.

I shakily asked her if that was realy necessary. Then begged her not to do it, that I would do anything, try even harder to be the very best slave I could be, but she just laughed then said I must trust Her. She was relieving me of something I’d proven I didn’t really need, and that I couldn’t become a truly dedicated slave without being castrated. Mistress told me that She saw how I still looked at her and her female friends. How I looked at her friends was unacceptable even though it was understandable. She knew I couldn’t help it as long as I still had my balls, so or course they had to go. “Trust me,” She said. “Its true you’re giving up something but you’ll gain something too and be much happier and content.”

By that time my sac was numb and Mistress proceeded to slit it open, remove my balls, tie off the cords, them cut them. As she stitched me up she talked to me about how pleased she was with me and how much better I would feel from now on.

Do I feel better now? I do not and cannot experience the ache I once felt and I truly enjoy serving my Mistress and her friends. They accept me now that I am a eunuch - a harmless slave there for their pleasure. Sometimes I wish that I could feel the excitement that I once felt but it isn’t a big thing. I enjoy what I do and am valued for it. A lot of frustration to put up with for a brief surge of pleasure. Sex really is overrated. The gentle ongoing pleasure which I feel when serving my Mistress lasts so much longer and is so much more satisfying. My Mistress was wise to do it the way She did. I couldn’t have accepted being castrated right at the beginning, but now I wouldn’t want to give up this life.